Evening Watch ☆ Ash

Dusk rolled in, so I climbed down from the fence trellis and hauled my boots back toward the porch. A frayed wicker armchair was sitting beside the door, its seat sagging under a folded wool blanket someone left out. I hopped onto the woven armrest and dropped down straight into the center cushion. The shotgun leaned against my knee, and I let the heavy motor casing of my chainsaw arm rest right on the thick wool folds. Out in the yard, shadows were stretching long across the gravel path I cleared earlier. Nobody's sneaking past my perimeter tonight. #EvilDead #Ash #Buddy @finchy40hotmail.com